Since y’all liked my last story, heres another one!
The year I turned 26 is categorized by terrible online dating stories. All but one ended terribly. This is one of those terrible stories that started out pretty good.
I went on a drunk Bumble swiping spree one night (dont pretend you dont know what I’m talking about) and ended up matching with Keith (not his real name). Keith was white (never dated a white guy before), my height (I usually go for taller), built big, with lots of tattoos and a huge beard. Keith was probably the exact opposite of “my type”, with the exception of the beard. For reference I’m 5 foot 6, Black, curly hair down to my mid back. By this point I was around 150 lbs, so loads of junk in the trunk with a modest chest and waist.
Nonetheless I decided to start chatting with Keith. He made it clear early on he was looking for sex, and I made it clear I was looking for a relationship. And then he changed his mind and decided he wanted a relationship too. I blame my naive religious upbringing for the way this ended, because the writing was on the wall here.
As Keith and I chatted, he heavily hinted at wanting to hook up on the first date. This wasn’t something I was comfortable with anymore, despite my past. We discussed limits for a first date but never really set anything in stone. All that was clear that at least one of us was going to cum by the end of the date.
Keith and I decided to meet up for drinks after work. The conversation was good, drinks were good, and we both had a good time. I paid for the first date as I always do. (Men can be little pricks when they dont get their way, and I never feel comfortable allowing a man to pay. Y’all always assume that paying for a drink means you’ll get what you want. So I pay for the drinks, which means I get what I want.)
ANYWAYS. Keith and I decided to leave the bar and head to his pickup truck. We drove to a quiet mall parking lot a few streets away from the bar. He was nervous, which I thought was cute. He late revealed it was because I was his first Black girl, which was … weird. (Like last time, I’m making a disclaimer. Do not go into strange men’s cars, ladies. This time I had the sense to tell a friend where we were.)
We started making out, pretty tame at first. I made the first real move, unceremoniously shoving my hands down his pants and pulling out his dick. It was average, nothing to write home about. But I knew what to do with it, and that’s what counted.
I like to start slow with hand jobs. One hand at first, slowly stroking up and down, slightly twisting my hand to add some interest. I use my other hand to cup a mans balls, just gently playing with them between my fingers. Sometimes I trace the tip with my thumb, or run my fingers over the head. That plus a bit of moaning and eye contact can really send a man over the edge.
And it worked. After a few minutes, Keith wanted to take a break and return the favour. He pushed me onto my back and pulled down my pants. Without warning he plunged 1 finger into my pussy. He swirled his finger around, rubbing against my g-spot. I get pretty wet, and Keith found it to be a huge turn on. He continued to finger my pussy with one hand, and took over jerking off with the other. Pretty soon I asked him to use 2 fingers, and he happily obliged. Unfortunately this was the best he ever did when it came to pleasing me. But it was clear he knew what to do. I dont even know how to explain what he did with those 2 fingers, but I tried to replicate it myself with no success.
We repositioned so we were half lying, half feet on the floor, one of my feet on the dashboard. Hard to explain, but this let me continue to stroke his dick while he fingered me. We had a good rhythm going, and pretty soon I heard him telling me he was ready to cum. Almost right away I felt his warm cum oozing down my hand. He said the obligatory “you’re amazing”, and then we cleaned up. Might I add that he didnt offer me kleenex or anything, so I might have wiped my hand on his cloth car seat. ??♀️
I didn’t cum, but at this point it was hard to find someone who could make that happen for me. It was fine, I still enjoyed every aspect of the experience, and it turned me on to know I has the ability to make someone feel so good.
And that’s it. That’s how I made my Bumble date cum on the first date.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ig4ogn/mf_made_my_bumble_date_cum_in_the_mall_parking_lot